Blue
donghae/hyukjae, smut
summertime
a/n: first smut ._. sorry if it's bad~!!
“don’t…not here, not here…” the grass tickles his ears, his cheeks, and the back of his neck as he struggles beneath the weight of donghae’s body above his, calloused fingers unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, kissing a wet trail down his chest. “they’ll catch us,” hyukjae hisses through his teeth, “you’re always getting me into trouble.” and donghae laughs against a swollen nipple because they’ve never been caught - hyukjae just likes to complain and complain and complain…
the sun beats down on hyukjae’s skin, so very, very hot, but is nothing compared to the heat of the mouth teasing his tender abdomen, the fiery tongue dipping into his bellybutton, tickling and teasing him until he’s squirming against the dirt and twigs and rocks trapped beneath his spine. “do you know what summertime smells like?” donghae murmurs into his pelvis while he slides hyukjae’s jeans down his thighs, over his knees - somehow manages to nestle himself between his legs comfortably. “because you smell like summertime.”
hyukjae buries his fingers in the messy brown locks hovering above his cock and lifts his gaze from the clouded, seductive eyes boring holes into his face to the sky instead, fills his lungs with summertime - wondering if he really smells as good as all that, wondering if it makes donghae happy. then his lids droop and his hips jerk into the hungry mouth devouring him, over and over and over again, donghae’s hair like soft like rose petals in his hands. he watches birds fly overhead, distracting him from the sun with wings as blue as donghae’s ocean. “i like them,” he moans as donghae hums, “i like it,” and then breathlessly, when he looks down and those dark coffee eyes are digging into his skin, into his soul.
“i like you.”
c.
summertime
a/n: first smut ._. sorry if it's bad~!!
“don’t…not here, not here…” the grass tickles his ears, his cheeks, and the back of his neck as he struggles beneath the weight of donghae’s body above his, calloused fingers unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, kissing a wet trail down his chest. “they’ll catch us,” hyukjae hisses through his teeth, “you’re always getting me into trouble.” and donghae laughs against a swollen nipple because they’ve never been caught - hyukjae just likes to complain and complain and complain…
the sun beats down on hyukjae’s skin, so very, very hot, but is nothing compared to the heat of the mouth teasing his tender abdomen, the fiery tongue dipping into his bellybutton, tickling and teasing him until he’s squirming against the dirt and twigs and rocks trapped beneath his spine. “do you know what summertime smells like?” donghae murmurs into his pelvis while he slides hyukjae’s jeans down his thighs, over his knees - somehow manages to nestle himself between his legs comfortably. “because you smell like summertime.”
hyukjae buries his fingers in the messy brown locks hovering above his cock and lifts his gaze from the clouded, seductive eyes boring holes into his face to the sky instead, fills his lungs with summertime - wondering if he really smells as good as all that, wondering if it makes donghae happy. then his lids droop and his hips jerk into the hungry mouth devouring him, over and over and over again, donghae’s hair like soft like rose petals in his hands. he watches birds fly overhead, distracting him from the sun with wings as blue as donghae’s ocean. “i like them,” he moans as donghae hums, “i like it,” and then breathlessly, when he looks down and those dark coffee eyes are digging into his skin, into his soul.
“i like you.”
c.